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“Heard that!” Rad hisses, lightly shoving Cal as he belts out a laugh while stumbling over his feet.
“I’ve got the cake,” Kat beams, tapping the box. “It’s perfect. Just like you ordered. Ly is going to love the unicorns!”
“Thanks so much for picking it up for me,” I say with sincerity.
“It was no problem. Now, where do you want me to put it?” Her eyes dart around the enormous amusement park we’ve rented out. The only people admitted are the ones standing around this large, open courtyard.
The park graciously supplied a few security guards at the gates, turning around customers trying to enter. And keeping us all safe. Not to mention the plethora of Veritas agents wandering around and enjoying the party. They’re no doubt packing heat under their shirts just in case anything happens.
Large roller coasters sit off in the distance, darting into the clouds and then plummeting to the earth. But those are off-limits with no attendants running them. The only rides we’ll have access to are the small ones for the kids. Unicorn planes, the carousel, the fun house, and a mini-roller coaster make up our little Unicorn hell hole.
I’m not sure what it is about these magical horses with horns on their heads. She loves them, though. More than loves. She’s mildly obsessed with them. Even that’s putting it lightly. So much so we’ve had someone redecorate her room with the exact colors and unicorns she wanted as part of her birthday present. The moment she sees it tonight, she’s going to flip her lid.
“We have a spot over there,” I say, pointing toward a group of picnic tables nestled under a large pavilion.
“Thanks! I’ll get it over there. Trevor is in the parking lot, grabbing the cooler of ice cream treats.” She shyly grins, looking away at the mention of his name. Her boyfriend. The one we’ve only heard about and never seen.
My brows raise. They must have made up from the last time he went away without a word.
She’s never brought him around. He’s always working or busy when he’s invited to places. Office Christmas party? He was out of town. New Year’s party my brothers threw? Sick. The list goes on.
He’s so damn elusive, and we’ve never even seen his picture. According to Kat, he hates having his photo taken. Seems odd to me in this day and age. Who hates their picture being taken? Or who doesn’t have social media?
Joe fromYou, that’s who.
“We finally get to meet the ever-elusive Trevor,” Rocco quips, with interest flaring in his eyes as he walks in front of us.
“Yes,” she blushes, ducking her head and taking off toward the pavilion without another word.
“I didn’t think we’d ever get to meet him,” I say, watching as she happily sits the cake down.
“Me either. Hopefully, he’s a loser,” Rocco quips.
“Pfft. With the way she’s been getting happier, I think they’re getting serious. Back off, Roc.” I raise a brow when he pouts.
“Fine,” he grumbles, pulling away. “Time to say hello to my Godchild. Oh, Lyric!” he shouts, jumping into the fray of kids and hoisting her into the air. She squeals at his antics, kicking her feet as they spin in a circle.
“I like him,” Asher says, cocking his head and watching Rocco play with Lyric.
I snort. “You might be the only one.” I point to Callum, Rad, and Kieran standing side by side with their arms crossed over their chests, watching Rocco’s every move.
Fucking cavemen. They should know by now Rocco is nothing more than a very important friend. To me and Lyric. Besides, he’s married to Christian and on the prowl for Kat’s undying love.
“I need to make you another shirt,” Rad grumbles, wrinkling his nose. “Property of Callum, Rad, Asher, and Kieran.”
“Good idea,” Kieran says with a smirk. “We’ll force it over your head any time you leave the house.”
“Everyone will always know who you belong to,” Rad adds with a grin, high-fiving Kieran over their oh-so-brilliant idea.
I roll my eyes, raising my middle finger to them. “I’m not your damn property. I belong to no one. If anything, you’re mine. Maybe I should make you a shirt that says… River’s Boys. See how you’d like that.”
“You’re under the impression that we wouldn’t wear a shirt with your face on it,” Rad says, raising a brow. “I would, in fact, wear a shirt that says I am your property. In fact…”
Well then. That didn’t hit like I thought it would. Who am I kidding? Of course, they’d want a shirt with my name on it. That wasn’t a proper threat.
“We’ll get them made,” Callum snorts, covering his lips with his fist.
“Hell yeah! We’ll wear it at our wedding. Speaking of… Will you marry us, Pretty Girl?” he asks, smirking at me.
